The Week

Monday gone,
Four more days,
Then weekend.

Tuesday slows,
the working week,
boredom comes.

Wednesday hump,
Downhill from here,
Sick of work.

Thursday, wow!
This week is flying,
Nearly done.

Friday's here!!!
Lunchtime some beers,
Home at last!

Saturday flies,
shopping and stuff,
Restocked fridge.

Sunday, no!!!
Weekend nears end,
Work beckons.

Monday's back,
No rest for wicked,
far too soon

Football

I love my team, I hope they win,
I'll Wait for the game to begin,
We had no chance at start of year,
yet these young blokes must have no fear.

They might be twelfth, it may be true,
But there's still more that they could do,
In fact I heard the experts say,
They might be in the 'eight' today.

This year there's not much in the teams,
And any side can win, it seems,
We're 4 and 6 with 10 rounds gone,
The season's not yet halfway done.

Although there's plenty in the season yet,
The toughest sides, we've probably met,
Ironically the games we've failed,
we played the sides we should've nailed.

at ten past two the siren roars,
And then we focus on the scores,
The rain pours at the M.C.G.
but can we win? I guess we'll see...

Weekend

Another day, last time this week,
And then my week will hit it's peak,
I hope I can do half a day,
Without big drama...Then it's play!!

And once back home I'll have an ale,
I'll surf the 'net, and drink that pale,
When evening comes, the footy's on,
And after that, my Friday's gone.

On Saturday, I'll stay in bed,
Not all the day, it must be said,
A later start, then off I go,
Off to the shops, rain hail or snow.

That afternoon, another game,
More AFL, more of the same,
A quiet beer, a blog or two,
Before too long, that day is through.

Sunday sees a lazy start,
No getting up at Sparrow's fart,
The time goes quick, it's afternoon,
The dread of work takes over soon.

It's strange to think the time I wait,
To see the weekend as though it's great,
Yet when it comes, I don't do much,
just watch TV, or something such.